The Divine Whisper (23 page)

He made sure the plates and baking supplies were moved over before he guided her to lie backwards.

“Um… It’s hard for me to breathe when I lay on my back.”

He nibbled her bare shoulder before giving her a wicked grin. “All the more better for you to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch what I’m about to do to you.”

She nervously clamped on the side of her lower lip with her teeth, but complied with what he told her to do.

Stepping up to her, he felt as if he was the predator and she was his prey.
He leaned down slowly and gently kissed the upper swells and left a whisper of kisses all around her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. Since his abilities to read people’s emotions didn’t work on her while she was pregnant, he had to pay extra attention to every slight tremble and every hitch in her breathing.

“Gemariah!
Please!”

“What?” he asked innocently, but never stopped what he was doing.
It was then that he felt her fingers glide through his hair. Marveling in the feel, it caught him by surprise when she tightened her grip and angled his head up so he could look directly at her face.

“Stop teasing me.”
Her face and voice were so serious, and he loved it. There was that spark he craved.

“Yes Ma’am.”
Without taking his eyes from her, he dragged his tongue directly over a nipple, and grinned when her head dropped back in pleasure. Deciding that that was his cue, he gave up the slow assault and drew a nipple directly into his mouth, areola and all. Once one side was thoroughly taken care of, he moved his efforts to the other delicate mound.

Her hand had since left his hair, but her head was still tipped back.
When her whimpers started to become louder, and her legs tightened against his hips, he knew that it was time to move on.

He released her breast with a pop, and stood up.
Slowly, her head rose back up to look at him. Without breaking eye contact, he brought her dress up, inch by inch until he could see everything she was offering to him.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and told her to, “Lift up.”
She quickly did as he said, and he wasted no time pulling them down her legs and tossing them to the side; not caring where they landed.

After he helped her adjust on the counter and propped her feet up with her legs spread, he was unable to help himself, and took a step back to admire what was in front of him.
She was a goddess. With the top of her dress pulled down to reveal her delicate breasts and the hem of her dress hiked up, his little pixie was deliciously posed and spread for his taking. Untaught in the ways of seduction, she still outshined anyone that had tried to grab his attention before then.

Obviously uncomfortable with his staring, she looked away and moved to close her knees.

“Wait,” he stated before stepping once again between her legs.
“I’m done.” He had to remember that this was all new to her. In no way would he consider himself modest, but that was from his years of experience. She didn’t have that advantage. Leaning down, he kissed her softly before whispering, “You’re just so beautiful.”

He kissed her lips once more before he moved to her neck and slowly made his way down her chest.
His kisses were light, but he made sure that his pelvis was pressed firmly against her clit, so even the slightest movement he made sent spikes of pleasure throughout her body.

Her hands were on his biceps and her nails slightly dug into his skin when he circled her naval with the tip of his tongue.
Her breathing had become quicker the lower he got, and when he finally got stopped by the clothing around her waist, he stood up.

Looking up at her, he once more tried to stretch his abilities to find out what she was feeling, and once again hit a wall, but he still had to know.
“You okay?” He leaned down and gently grazed her inner thigh with his teeth, and was rewarded with a slight tremble.

She said nothing, but instead nodded her head.

The response wasn’t good enough for him. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes”

“Do you want me to go on?”

She bit her lip again and tried to nod, but the look he gave her stopped the movement. “Yes,” she whispered

He knelt on the floor with the island in front of him. His height worked as an advantage, because his mouth was exactly where it needed to be. Grabbing her, he pulled her forward and moved her legs so she could rest a foot on each of his shoulders.

He took his time, knowing that she could feel his every breath.
He had waited a long time, and he planned on savoring every minute. Reaching up, he gently ran his finger nails down the back of her thighs and smiled when he heard her whimper. She was so responsive.

He used his thumbs to spread her folds open and was licking his lips at the sight before him.
It was his to do with as he pleased.

“Gemariah…”

The pleading sound in her voice made him look up in question.

“You have to do something.
I’m dying here.”

There it was.
There was something about her telling him her feelings that made him ache for her even more. Maybe it was because the ability had been a part of him all those years, and with her, he was blind. It was obviously a drug he needed.

There was no more going slow.
The moment he put his mouth on her, he applied pressure with his tongue and made sure to attach everywhere that made her squirm.

When he sucked on her clit, she moaned, and when he plunged his tongue into her depths, she cried out, but he needed more.
He pulled back and started to circle her clit with a finger. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I can’t,” she whined.

“Try.” He leaned down and replaced his finger with his tongue. When she was about to become blissfully lost once again, he pulled back. “For me.”

Leaning back in, he returned to what he had been doing.
When he looked up, he could see indecision across her face.

Finally, she sighed and said, “Nerves.
All my nerves are firing at once and I don’t know where to concentrate.”

As a reward, he dragged his tongue forcefully over her clit.

“Oh God! Your tongue is so hot. I can feel the heat where ever it touches and it spreads out from there.”

At her words, a thought came into his head.
By the way her moans were increasing in volume, he knew that she was close to coming, but that wasn’t how he wanted her to go. He wanted her to go so crazy that she would scream the house down, and it wouldn’t hurt if his name passed between those lips when she did.

Quickly, he stood up and grabbed a frozen raspberry.

“What…” After a few short breaths, she continued. “What are you doing?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her answer.

He dropped a kiss onto her mouth before kneeling back down on the floor with the raspberry in hand.

He started in again with his mouth on her, and he was doing what he could to spread “the heat” she had talked about before. When he engulfed her clit and moved to her core, she began to squirm more forcefully. He pulled back and almost laughed at her tiny growl.

Quickly, he popped the fruit into his mouth and let the ice particles drop the temperature down considerably.
He knew that the difference to her would be astounding.

He swallowed the raspberry and immediately swiped his tongue over her clit, and inserted a finger into her opening at the same time.

Her scream was his reward.
He felt her fingers go into his hair, and the slight pain from her tugging was nothing compared to the pleasure he got out of it.

When he knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she would shatter, he plunged his tongue into her and she came instantly.
At that moment, with her tightening around his tongue and his name being shouted from her lips, he couldn’t think of anything sweeter. Of course, the night was still young.

******

Heaven. That was the only word that came to Nicole’s mind. Heaven.

Still in a daze, she barely registered when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
By the time that he sat her on the edge of the bed, she was slowly coming back to reality. “That was…” She couldn’t find the exact words to describe what had just happened, so she said the first thing that came to her. “mind-blowing.”

He smiled.
Standing in front of her, he quickly removed his clothing, and a part of her was a little disappointed that she didn’t get to do that
for
him. Next time, she vowed.

When he pulled off his pant, she didn’t miss his sigh when he finally freed himself.
She realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and couldn’t help but wonder if that was an everyday thing or just something he chose for the night. Her random thoughts were halted when she watched him rub himself back and forth. He was massive. Sure, she had nothing to compare it to, but it still looked bigger than it was supposed to be.

“Don’t be afraid.
It won’t bite.”

“Biting is not what worries me.”

He stepped up to her, and used a hand to guide her chin up to look at him. “It will be okay. It fit once before.”

All at once, the memories of the last time came flooding in, the pain, the stretching, and the uncomfortableness.

He instantly saw her reaction and placed his hands on her cheeks before leaning down to kiss her.
“This time will be different, I promise.”

He reached down to grab the dress that was still surrounding her waist and brought it over her head.
Before she could lower her arms completely, he placed his hands under them to lift her up. The sudden change caught her off guard and she squealed in surprise. Taking the seat she had just vacated, he then turned her around and maneuvered her so she was straddling his lap.

“What are you up to now, Gemariah?”
She lightened her tone to let him know that she was teasing, but he still didn’t laugh. He had become too serious to be her Gemariah.

“This will be easier on you.
That way, you can lower yourself as far and as fast as you want and I won’t do anything until you want me to.”

“I want you to, now.
I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He shook his head with a resolved look on his face.
“No, I can tell you anything you need, but just do this for me. I don’t want to risk hurting you again.”

She swore that he was making her heart melt every time he opened his mouth, even though she was already sure that it was lost to him anyways.
The thought brought her some courage so she firmly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kisses him.

She would do it his way.
How hard could it be, anyway? She understood the basic idea, where things needed to go, what she needed to do, but could she take the lead?

She kept kissing him through her nervousness, but found herself pushing up onto her knees.
With a new sense of boldness that she never knew she possessed, she reached between them and grasped his very hard cock.

Her intentions were to quickly move it to her opening, but she was stopped by how he felt in her hand.
It was so much smoother then she was expecting. It was something she had to see, so she stopped their kiss on a gasp and balanced her forehead on his shoulder so she could look down. Taking her time, she watched as she slowly ran her hand up and down, marveling at how it seemed to jump in her hand.

She had read a few books about love and passion, and all of them had described what that part of a man was like, but she still stared on in awe.
When a little bead of liquid came from his slit, Gemariah made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

“Nic…”
He had to swallow before continuing. “Sit on me, now.”

She looked up at him, and took a deep breath before nodding her head.
Kneeling up once again, she guided him to her opening and sank down an inch. When she had adjusted to that, she sank down a little more. Even with so little inside of her, she could still feel herself start to stretch, but she still kept going. It was unlike anything she had felt before.

When she looked down, she saw that his fists were gripped tightly in the bedspread.
Looking up, she saw that his eyes were closed and he almost looked pained.

“Oh God!
I’m hurting you.” She quickly shifted and tried to get up, but the arm he snaked around her stopped her before she could move.

“I’m fine.
Don’t stop.”

“But you look…”

He halted her with a look before she could continue. “Don’t stop.”

His eyes said that she should listen, and so she kept going.
With eyes still locked on hers, she saw the subtle softening, and she knew what was going on. He was letting her get accustomed to him, just like he said he would, even though it was practically killing him. The power she felt at that moment was heady.